The Switch Switch

WARNING:

Just some forewarning, this recount will go on and on (it was ohmygod that good!!).  I hope to have it all there…but I was so …. Spent ... last night that I didn’t make any notes, though I relived what happened many times in my mind.  We went at it again this morning…oh holy hell.  I had a firsts, too - Can you believe it, a first – or shall I say, ANOTHER first.  Oh, but I’m getting away with myself.  If you’re brave and enjoy reading a lot of words…hold on for this insane recounting of my sex life yesterday and today.

PREFACE:

(yes, this requires a preface…heheheheh).  So, Sir had a wicked rough day at work on Wednesday.  He was so stressed out that I thought he could literally do damage to his heart.  That terrifies me, because my need for him to be by my side, as well as for me to be by his side, is soul deep.  I can’t live without him and still be me.  So I worried and fretted and he wanted nothing from me.  I offered to switch and dominate him.  Sometimes when things seem so out of control, that can help.  In the end, I gave him a full body massage, tucked him into bed, and snuggled up. 

Thursday, work was a bit better.  He was still stressed out, but it seemed less detrimental to his health.  We spoke many times throughout the day, as we always do.  When he got home from work,  we ate as a family and played with the kids.

Thursday Evening:

I asked him if he needed me to switch tonight.  “Yes,” he replied.  I worked on making that mental switch.  

note:  I’ve changed how I see switching for myself.  I no longer worry about how he sees it or what it means for us.  I see Topping him as serving him and giving him what he needs.  He doesn’t ask me to do it – hell that’s not it – he won’t allow me to switch with him typically, and that's okay with me.  

So I'm making a mental switch.  My eyes hardened a little.  I looked at him and told him to go get another beer.  He went to the kitchen and got another bottle from the fridge and came back to sit beside me and drink. 

After a bit, he said he had to go to the bathroom.  When he stood up, I stood up and kissed him – hard.  I tightened my fingers in his hair.  When he turned to walk to the bathroom, I followed close behind.  I shut the door behind us both.  We were in the powder room which is long but narrower.  I stood beside him, leaning on the pocket door as I watched him pee.  I told him what I planned to do to him, being gentle, but most assuredly dominant.  His eyes were hooded and I could see passion taking over.  He washed his hands, turned to me and I kissed him again.  I grabbed his crotch and rubbed. 

Swiftly, He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed.  His eyes changed and he had that glare.  I resisted for just a minute, but He affixed his stare on me and pushed harder.  I knelt, right there in the bathroom, on the floor.  He re-unzipped his pants and his cock pushed out of his boxers and jeans.  He was so hard.  He wound His hands in my hair and tightened.  I lunged for his cock, hungry, desperate.  Being made to kneel and take him is a huge turn on for me.  He tugged my head back and took his other hand, put his fingers under my chin and tipped my head up to look at him.  He seared me with his gaze.   He was not feeling anything but Mastery of his submissive. 

Keeping my eyes focused on him, he moved his hand to open my mouth.  I willingly complied.  He pushed his cock into my mouth.  Oh he looked so intoxicating.  His control shown in his eyes, the power of his cock in my mouth.  He took.  He fucked my mouth with deep thrusts, controlling the speed.  After he was satisfied – though not having cum – he pulled me to my feet by my hair.  He kissed my forehead and smacked me on my ass.  He opened the door and walked away.